Room 145: Lauren Orou & Jay Le Feu

This is the role play thread for your room.
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The room is snug but still roomy enough to suit two students. A bed sits on either side of
the room, pushed against the back wall. Between the beds is a large bay window, facing the
sports field behind the actual building. Below it is a dresser/nightstand with four
drawers. On the opposite wall to the beds are closets on either sides of the door. The
bathroom, which has a shower, sink, and toilet, is through a small door on the left wall.

God, how many stairs are there, thought miss Lauren Orou as she finally made it up
the last steps of the large staircase. She'd been climbing for what seemed like hours, but
was really only minutes, to reach her floor. Apparently her room would be down the hall to
the right, second on her left. Sure enough, it was there when she finally arrived. Only a
stained oak door with '145' in golden numbers stood between her and her new home. Lauren
rammed the key into the keyhole, and the door clicked open.
Sunlight shone through the enormous window, bathing the whole room in light. Lauren looked
at the two beds, and set her two duffel bags down on the right one to claim it.
I hope my roommate doesn't mind, she thought to herself, flopping back onto the
bare mattress. This was home.

OCC; Thanks. xD BIC;
Seeing the door with the number 145 already opened, Jay assumed that her roommate must
have already arrived. She nervously leaned round the door, clunching at her small, hand
held bag. Another girl with black hair lay on the bed to her right, looking rather
exhausted.
"Miss Orou, right?" she questioned, dragging her luggage to the bed on her left.
The other girl blinking her eyes open, and sat up, with a smile.

Lauren quickly sat up, hearing someone call her by her name. She nodded and quickly pulled
a notepad and pencil from one of her duffel bags.
Yes. Nice to meet you. What's your name? she wrote. Lauren was mute, meaning she
could not speak, but she could hear and see just as well as anyone else. She looked over
the girl, then at herself. Would her roommate find her black and yellow polka dotted tank
top weird? Her jean skirt over neon green leggings?

"Oh, you're mute, right?" Jay said quickly, remembering what the girl in the
office had said about her roommate. "And nice leggings. Digging the green." Jay
smirked, causing the other girl to smile kindly at her. She turned back to her bag, which
she had placed on the bed. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the huge scar down her
right arm, and started unpacking. Lauren stared curiously at the wound. Jay pulled out
what seemed a ton of black clothes, and then kicked her bag under the wardrobe.
"So...can I call you Lauren? I'm Jay by the way. Jay Le Feu."